My mind is like a group home,
my thoughts need special attention,
And a lot don't know each other too well,
constantly asking where you're from.
I'd refund my life quickly
if I had a refundable coupon.

I cross the line like everytime
I go outside when I fake a smile,
I'm dead inside, but act so alive
for most of the time inside my life;
As I love to pass the time like it isn't mine.

A lot of people think that's strange,
well others tell me not to think that way.
But I can not escape,
how tortured I am inside dark
spaces of my brain.
Because I don't choose to complain,
I try to contain, all the crazy thoughts
that try to give me a strain.

I'm like a lace tied to my thoughts,
not supposed to leave my mind,
They stay there by default,
better them staying at peace
Than them to causing assault,
so I lock them inside a vault.
Throwing the keys away, making them ghost,
I'm a little mental, what I self diagnosed.

I might be ill,
thinking I'm sickened by my mind.
Within it there's silent chaos inside,
so if I open it up, it might not be
something you don't like.
But that also becomes my creativity by design.

So I'll just end this rhyme,
letting my mind rest.
I gave you food for thought,
hoping it's easier for you to break down
and digest.

I've cried through open veins,
bleeding out open wounds
And most definitely lots of pain.
Questioning a lot of, if God does exist,
why the existence of suffering in present,
In the present days of life,
failing to see the gift in living.

I've lived for wealth, lived for the pain,
but none of them did me well.
I did a lot to try pass the blame,
thinking it was all because we
were all living in Hell.

Cause if there's fires in this world,
my faith doesn't seem to be putting it out.
What's burning down in the world
is burning in me too,
It's all crumbling down.

I'm often scared of living,
and even more scared of dying,
Death seems to always be the easiest way out,
but won't guarantee I go out with
laughs and smiles.
Still living isn't much as easy thinking
about it,
Every opportunity you get always comes
with its trials.

So I live out my worth,
walking through a lot of fires.
Hoping not to get burnt.
Can't always expect to skip through life,
a lot of hurts always on repeat.
But I'm still here for a while,
won't leave to soon,
Even if there's chaos on the Earth

I'm stronger by each day,
each day is a growing lesson in every trial.
So if this is the journey of me,
let me pack my bags and walk through it
with a smile.

Heaven always too high,
down on earth acting
like I got seven lives.
I don't really fear death less I
see death in the sky.

That's the forecast of the season
hoping we make out this spring,
We're all out here hoping and believing,
We see the better light of the sun
hoping this season isn't so dim.
Counting the stars in the sky,
for the ones we betting our dreams on.
Don't we always love to act so ply,
bent over ourselves by our demons
And where they come from,
like the places we try to hide.

Let's all gather around
in this upside-down world,
What you see is only a flipped idea,
how isn't that profound?  
Far below us, an intellectual arrangement to the fold.

Seems we're all bending the
rules of life,
A risk we seem to be taking,
forgetting the consequences once in the afterlife.

I'm just spit balling here,
so cover your face
I'm not running away from life,
just out for the chase,
Tell me if there's any of you like that
out there?

I know people who
sold their secrets to bottles
That don't taste life
they just swallow.
For me I poured out my heart,
thinking it would be colossal.

When I thought loving was
strange for having me falling
But love can also be like the rain
have tears pouring.
So don't mistake the past,
or erase out the pain, it's all for absorbing.

I've learnt more from past loves
more than what I put in it,
Had a taste of loving someone
though times I didn't believe it.
I've chased feelings till I
got caught by love,
Disregarded  a lot of my ways
just  to have better ones thereof.

Cause love will break you
but makes you who you are,
It's shaped me well, but also
had to leave me with a scar.

We've all been victims to hurt
chasing a buzz,
All taught the birds and bees,
all gotten the gift of love before Xmas.

So whether you drank from a bottle
to drown out your pain
Wrote down your promises, saying
you won't fall in love again.
Know that love will always find you
even when we stop searching,
Time will move on with love,
given time to heal is always assuring.

So to whoever listening
still searching for love outwards
Let the love of your heart heal
you first, finding love inwards.

The ocean brings in and takes
away,
Today becomes yesterday,
yesterday another old day.
Tomorrow could really be any other day
dependent on the tides of change,
Brought our way.

Who knows what to expect
in ever changing tides,
We only find out what's brought to us
once the ocean subsides
And from the pieces we pick from the mess,
we've come to be wise.

New tides of water
you're all praying will be fresh,
Maybe this time around things could hurt a little less.
But what can you expect,
life is always like a mess.
Sometimes feeling like a wreck,
still from it we've come to survive,
Strive!
Pushing forward till we arrive
to perhaps better tides where sunrises arise.

So in these new tides
keep your feet to the ground
Finding your balance even when
standing in the mud.

These are the tides of change
the periodic change of levels.
Be brave even when everything is looking so strange.

By the time any read this
time to me would have again fade.
Like a disappearing act
a lot to me goes to waste
As I too waste much of my time.

I'm like a broken seconds hand
while the other two move forward in time
Circling round me in this endless cycle,
always feeling left behind.

Friends are ahead in life
bright smiles and cheers
I'm left in the dark
broken somehow, but I don't know what.
Wishing I could trade in some smiles over these tears.

Another cycle in life
goes round my broken clock
It ticks away, but fails to tock,
as it's cogs are rusty and antique
Rubbing only more strain to another,
pieces that once had a gleam, no longer blick.

I break so many times
but try not to stay broken
I felt weak as a youth
Low and down with the soil,
it scared me that will one day be my end,
When I get too old.

What if the parts of my clock
can't be fixed
Will I just be broken seconds
lost in time, or lost in my self destruction
Why hurt yourself so many times
just to see if you're still working?

I'm only trying to work on myself,
to fix the tiny pieces slipping through the cracks
Even when I crack a smile,
there's a bigger crack behind it.
It ticks away,  cracks into tiny tocks,
I pray to be fixed,
and put back together from my broken parts.

Bleeding tips, and fallen tears
sinking into the soil
All of those who've fallen
those shattered and bruised
The unusual bunch of us
crying underneath tears of a night moon
Sad, and bleeding in our pains.

A lit fuse is my depression
ready to explode
Still no one can ever behold such an event,
instead I only implode.

Why does it feel like I'm dying inside,
slowly breaking down into a trillion pieces
Lost in the deep thought of questioning my existence,
Too many voices in my head tell me if I die now
not a lot would miss us.

Shut up,
stopping screaming in my head
I can barely hear myself breathing,
with so many voices in my head forcing in
a give in, I might give out.

Such loud voices always put me on the wrong side,
Giving their petition to have me at the place of suicide.

Shut up,
I'm not forced into listening
you're too loud, and unjust to any of my cause
I cover my ears, trying my best to resist those loud whispers.

Slowly telling me I'm worth nothing,
I've never brought anything to the table
All these voices running horse trials in my head,
need to find their place and be stable.

For if I keep listening to them,
I give them a better chance of winning
The grand scheme of it all is they only
want my downfall.
Still even when I fall, I'm not always going to be down.

I'll rise soon enough
for soon enough I'll prevail over the voices.

Shut them out,
and let the echoes dissappear.
Rising above the voices,
above they ones trying to bring me down.

Rising over chaotic voices.

Eastward
rising in me rising for you.
Following behind just like a fool,
for words of your lips and kisses.

Lineage
has me walking the line
Hoping to be bound as I tap on your spine,
deserving more glances of you besides in pictures.

Darling
you become almost like spring
Forcing me to be out here jumping
while my heart is doing more than blossom thumping,
You only gave me nothing, but from it
I somehow took something.

Insecurity
always stopped me from expressing
For I've been down on my luck, it's so depressing
too afraid to actually fall in love,
Love gave only to me it's cruelty.

Babe
I don't know if I could swear to you
not to curse myself to be stuck as glue
Trying to pick out between so many emotions,
which one might keep me saved.

Instead
I act the quiet fool
or even the shy guy you've known from school,
Searching for lively words to speak my truth
but truthfully my words are dead.

Distracted
by beauty I seem unable to hold
Only really for me to watch and behold
eyes still youthful of passion
But as the rest of me it's but passive.

Action
is what I should take
But I erase the thought, not wanting a mistake,
still like a wet fish caught by a hook
I'm hoping for this to be that catch.

Crush
me over babe
It's the exact crush giving me no escape
The very rock holding me down rolls
over in a rush.

It's a crush, I hope doesn't bring me harm
if I ever again fall in love.

In this very reality,
everything will always be so real,
From the beginning till the end,
life till death
We're all born to be real.

We've become apart of this world,
to bring a lot new into it,
We're all children of something new,
apart of life, asking so much of us.

Are you ready for life or is it ready for you,
for if you wait too long to do something in life,
That's unfortunate, for life doesn't wait for you.

For whatever you do now,
the future asks you constantly
What's next,
so make it like it was your last,
Make it your best.

If I put my thinking cap
in reverse to think back,
On the worth of my penny thoughts
how much am I getting back?

Sparing the poor man a coin
who sold me his cap gone to spoil,
For one last meal in his belly
before he goes to be with the soil.
What will be the worth of that coin?

Surely for each penny for my thoughts
gives for him lots to be bought.
Or am I as poor as he,
Spending the worth of time only on faults?

Who then am I to say I've done good with time
thinking back shows it's a lie
I'm poor, for poorly using up my time,
obviously so because I couldn't afford a cap of mine?

How so then, we love to waste the time
all with a ****** attitude.
Truly how isn't such an act an act of crime?

Threw my heart,
hoping for a catch.
Life too played such a wicked  game,
on the other side of that,
It had a bat,
taking a swing,
Didn't even miss unlike me.

Seasonal changes always come
to be,
As for every start there's an end
to it too.

All open doors are soon to be closed,
as we too close over the year.
Saying goodbye to all good, and bad it's brought,
whether to some, the bad was more
We still remember such times, if we're
ever willing to move forward.

Goodbye 2020,
to another year gone.
Like old winds blown away,
new ones come in newer seasons.
To be a different season,
despite us aware of what new winds bring our way.

Still like yesterday,
we've learnt to live more in today,
Always keeping our eyes onto tomorrow.
So our goodbyes to now,
becomes our hellos to what new follows.

The struggle for freedom
is strong as foreign winds.
A shout from the South to the North,
all who have fallen to be free.
Buried beneath this earth of the East and West.

Has it not become to those
of you apparent,
The disease beneath our flesh,
widespread within us all.
A freedom epidemic,
affecting the many captured hearts,
Widespread as a pandemic.

Those who know of such,
never stopping the fight
Only till they're are dead,
leaving those behind alive to continue on the battle.

For as the children now of our forefathers,
we bear to spread freedom
as they once fought for.

A plague of freedom,
children of our forefathers,
We've become the nuisance against constraint.

Be widespread,
widespread of a Plagued Freedom.

Expectation of finding reflection
in your life,
How do so when all around are broken mirrors,
much like I am
A fragile frame of glass.

Jumping off the edge of life,
still haven't met the bottom,
Just floating along in the air.

As a lot I say to sadness,
only giving me a headache to the moon,
I just need my space,
still I love to rush into it,
but I'm not down to the race.

For this could be the anti, anti
of my anti source of feeling
An anti, anti feeling to how I'm secretly
bleeding out of the face.

It's all made me feel worthless,
as the piece of trash in this world.
I'm such a waste,
wasting away on so many negative feelings,
A subtraction of life within me.

All are little broken pieces,
just too tiny for you to really see them.

Cry me a river,
indeed if you may.
Still unlike you,
mine is much an ocean
Of many pains, hurts, and along with little happiness.

The body of water
goes lost at sea
Only as a drop in the ocean
does the body know my tear.

Vast of the likeness,
likely to all who understand a few pain,
It's vastness broad for all,
so perhaps some of us hurt the same.

Still despite the massive strength
of all the waves,
I've walked into the ocean's tears unafraid.

Christmas nets to catch
my wishes,
Christmas lights to see
it all
Christmas angels to give
me wings.

Just to fly away
and catch all my dreams.
Just to fly away
and let them light my way.

If I don't live tomorrow
let me live today.
Though I know much sorrow
my gift is knowing it's all going to be okay.

Mistakes we make plus
the responsibility taken equals growth.
And if there's any strength from it,
are we all not at least strong.

Subtract the negativity
from positive,
Multiple it and your product is
a lot to be thankful for.
And once you divide it all,
there's a lot of happy memories,
to share with those involved.

Equal to the time of life
you have,
Is equal to the lessons we can teach.

But if we were to give it
more power,
What more would you get?

A wind calls a wind,
to each hearing other loudly.
To us and ears,  
only empty whisper.

So like now I feel empty
and worthless.
Only if and when I give someone their worth
I know what worth is.

We were blessed with the ability
to choose,
No walk is the same,
we can't fit in everyone's shoes.

As I love you now
and love you later,
You're on my mind like a crown,
can nothing feel much greater.

As I know your heart
and know it's beating,
You're much a song in my heart,
that keeps on singing.

As I know you now,
wished I known sooner,
Babe you seem so different,
love growing old, but everything is newer.

So love me now,
let's love everything together.
Later can come so sudden,
but maybe love will last us forever.


~Now or later.

Strange how I knew you
little,
Yet think of you long.

Youth must be like
the oceans,
It comes at first little waves,
pulls back and returns bigger.
And before you know it,
it's gone.

How goes the youth,
how goes it away from us.

Why is it only you can
change the world when you're only great,
Of late,
I've been questioning life and fate.

What's life I sought
to understand,
As is this very fate,
feeling sought of bland
Still please help me understand,
what it sort of means to be a man.

Who really knows enough
that a little seems to be a lot,
Stuck in the game of life,
waiting for the ball to drop.
When I make it to the top,
I hope it's not a lonely place,
because I might jump or drop.

Still I go back to the
first question.
How only the greats change the world
and why I'm not the exception.

Glances at the sky tonight,
seems only to show me peaceful violence,
Look at the falling rocks of so many shooting stars this night.

Too many lights in the sky,
how isn't the world as bright,
How we act to lose ourselves in the dark,
yet there's still these lights at our sights.

Life needed to come
with a bulletproof vest,
Couple stitches and blasters,
really anything to protect my chest.

Poetic words become
food for thought,
Words we bite in.
Poetic words become
old stories told,
Words of reciting.
Poetic words become
loud as thunder,
Word's powerful lightning.
Poetic words become
as us all,
Words of likeness.

Taken upon course,
love indeed sails in all directions,
Thus why a relationship.

Taken upon growth,
love indeed does grow as two,
Thus why we fall if a Lover leaves.

Taken upon mystery,
love indeed does bare a lot anew,
Thus why love can be so obscure.

Taken upon feet,
love indeed does knock you over,
Thus why we fall by a love trip.

Taken upon pain,
love indeed can easily break heart,
Thus why we call it heartbroken.

Taken upon lies,
love indeed built upon such less lasts,
Thus why love can be deceive.

Taken upon God,
love indeed then is True and Pure,
Thus why love be immortal.

As are the things of love,
wonder, pain, anguish, strength
And our very weakness,
love is many in things.

Money come in a little
more quarters,
You'll be acting changed,
feed a beggar a little,
He'll always ask for more,
put your trust in a liar,
And you'll never find rest.

Surely Instead,

Money should never change you,
you change how it's used,
Do more by a beggar,
and teach them how to work for their own.
Line out all your friends,
and path through the trusted ones.

Where are the words,
any really.
Where are the words,
really I don't know.
Where are the words,
round the corner of Writer's block.

What are my thoughts,
between them.
What are my thoughts,
I don't know what to pick.
What are my thoughts,
any empty suburb of Writer's block.

Why am I blocked,
obstructed as.
Why am I blocked,
I don't know how to solve such a Rubik's Cube.
Why am I blocked,
because I'm stuck on the outskirts of Writer's block.

As the sun is set
apart from the dark
As the moon is set
in it's reflection.
I too, set apart
from the dark and reflected of light.

Realize who and what you are,
before the world claims it to be.
You are what words
speak of you.
But realize amongst ten thousand tongues,
which one tells the Truth.

Things written on our hearts
become like scripture.
What you read into the most,
the mind starts to believe.
As what's in your heart,
your actions show for the world to see.

So realize such things
for such are what we are,
As human beings.

I worry about my family
before myself.
My friends before myself,
loved ones before myself.
Anybody really before myself,
and don't even worry
About myself.

So when I pray for provision,
I really need it,
Vision in troubling times,
hope I see it,
Stretch out my faith,
hope I believe it.
While acting a constant sinner,
hope I'm forgiven.

Times are troubling,
as is this life.
Hope seems plummeting,
as is this life.
Man is wondering,
as is his life.

So in prayers like this,
I hopefully ask to receive.
During my life like this,
I'm hoping the Lord still gives.

Provisions for those around
I love,  I only do request.
As we're down on the little left,
provisions from you is what
We need next.

As really my mind isn't
always at ease,
Frustrations of the day
are often plenty.
But keeping to the love
of my heart, is the beating of peace.

Say if my mouth were
to run dry.
It's words must be lost,
say if my eyes were to turn blind.
There's really nothing good in
this world to see.

As feet tend be overstepping
on matters,
The hands are scheming
against each other.
Our very spirits are the
only pieces left strong in matters.

Even if my nose is
****** from running.
The ear will be constant
to hearing Truths.

So let it always run to Truth.

These pieces of the body
are simply complex
And like man, is the
tools of being ******* into being complex.

What's today if we haven't
felt yesterday.
And what's the future if
we haven't made the most of today.

What's love without words
how then do we speak into the feeling.
What's life without living
for we know Death can be so sudden.

What's a beautiful smile
without some past tears.
What's accomplishment
without pain and strain.
What's a true tragedy
than just expressions on a face.

What's a firm foundation
without the first brick.
What's the character of a man
without the wisdom of his father
And the loving compassion of a mother.

All are the things of us,
we are the very words
Spoken upon to create us.

We are many in the little,
as the little we give is many.

We are us,
mankind.

Time holds no escape
from your problems.
Only does the past hold the most,
most of which we haven't forgotten.

Man is defined by his past
in the eyes of another.
His present state easily overlooked,
while others believe they can
design their future.

Of course we are the fools
focused on others stories, than our own.

But if we can't be our own
character flipping the page,
This story remains on one chapter.

Something beneath the surface
is yearning to be heard.
The voice of the silence holds an echo.

But do you even listen?

Even in the silence
a voice is always heard.
But it's not one on it's own,
for there are many voices in your head.

Which one do you listen to?

Seems Good and Bad
are clear as Black and White.
It's only on fool's wisdom we
believe there's a grey line.
But there's no in betweens.

Which side of The Line are you on?

The illusions of the mind
are less pretty in reality.
Illude yourself fully
and you fully become a fool.

How be the zeal of my will,
for man does fall short
Such is man, imperfect as He,
still He of perfect Love loves the imperfect.

My flesh loves crying for desires,
I know I shouldn't follow.
I'm weak, beneath flesh and bone,
as the Spirit is the only. Stronger!
Underneath this earthly vessel.

But the Spirit is in a
constant hunger
As flesh does hunger for flesh,
a Spirit hungers meditation of The Word.

The heart though being
evil at times, still has Love to give
Though the mind often thinks
the unholy, there are still some good lessons for it to teach.

Though a hand is accustomed
to harm
The other holds aid.
Despite the feet's missteps
they aren't misplaced in your ways.

So like the compass,
guiding a ship in chaotic sea
Be as my True North and guide me.

Spinning round my head,
losing the track of time.
Like falling off my feet,
barely walking on the line.

Only feeling sorry for myself,
selfish as I am.
And if you're ever feeling
sorry.
Be sorry for the man.

For my greatest enemy,
is on the other side of a mirror.
As the Brave are always
little,
And many is our Fear.

I'll only get better,
growing old with you.
It's Love and a Rose both growing,
between many summers, it's fall
and springing up again.
You and I are just a bloom.

I am Love and you my Rose,
amongst the prettiest flowers,
I picked you out hiding in the shade.
As I held you in hand,
I felt your blossom.

As did I pick into my thoughts,
your sharp thorns picked into my heart.

As did the rain fall,
I too did fall.
As Love I've searched for growth,
and as Love I poured down myself onto you,
And it showed me worth.

As a Rose,
you found aid in my hand.
For as a Rose you're a beauty
looking for someone to dearly care of you.
For if True Love fails to pick you,
Love has failed at it's task.

And if man is too afraid to search
for love and their Rose,
They too have failed at their task.

Likely in the world,
we all love to step over each other.
But if we're all each other's step,
where's this staircase leading up to?

We're two almost of the
same kind.
But excuse me darling,
for being too much of a treat.
Hoping you don't mind

And like a treat,
I keep this verse short & sweet.

Pieces of the world will fail you,
it's desires only grant themselves.
Try as you may,
but your heart still cries.
Life's hard and I'm not the only one.

Falling to knees,  
as always.
Broken into pieces,  
from a former self.
Robbed of everything,
that bears your hearts wealth.

In these very tears,
is a place filled with fears.
What is to be revealed,
things seem at an end, but we're not done.
Battles have been fought, but a greater war has to be won.

The price of life comes at a cost,
and to find yourself means admitting your lost.

Words that bless your ears,
should be the same wiping away your tears.

The eyes of man don't fully understand,
his only as human,
Who sometimes acts in the ways of lesser good,
quick to sin as his nature would.

Man only has to look at the horizon
for the Son to set on their eyes.
Man only has to believe
for blessings to arise.

Tended by him,
a sherpard of my me.
My human nature asks for want,
but he rather gives me what I need.

An open field he places as lamb,
led through flowing chaos to still waters of the land.
For very much,
the restoration I know,
Will always be lesser than the one he has given my soul.

Righteousness is the path I've been led,
for with grace,
Comes with him for his name's sake,
I've been led.

And amongst my walk through the shadows of death,
evil I neither have fear.
My fear of only Him instead.
For as he is with me,
he points the ways of right.
I'm not left behind,
for he lights my direction as a staff of light.

Enemies wish to feast upon my flesh,
still I table before them,
Unaffraid, as anointing flows down my head.

My cup never runs to be dry,
oil overflowing past my very eyes.

Goodness and mercy does follow,
in all the nights and many days how then do I cower.
The walls of His house,
are a place of the Lord forever.
For like my words,
I ask of him to always hear my prayer.

"Lord. Hear me, the voice of child,
tamed by the ways of you.  
Once before a Wolf of the wild,
he has made me beloved,
One who cares of his own,
the hand that fed me, The starved.

I am as a babe in his arms,
embraced by love.

The scars on your heart,
are from shots straight through your chest
Lead your life for no-one else will play your role,
our greatest pain is our own regrets.

You have to know what's at stake,
and eat it like it's a last supper.
Can't keep believing that you're a mistake,
because life doesn't come with a rubber.

Don't try to be what you're not,
and tie yourself into people's views.
Don't pay your way to the top,
the fall costs more when you lose.

Acting cheap won't keep you safe,
so save yourself the time.
Don't live in things not of your place,
it will soon turn sketchy when you're out of line.

Inhale the air by the moment,
exhaling out life.
For death comes unexpected,
when you die no human can call it.
So before then don't be the one left when all others did things right.

If you can't keep to what you say,
stick to what you can read.
If you want to complain try and do it after you pray,
see by then if you still don't believe.

And if life gave you a quarter,
how would you spend it?
Don't hide behind a smile,
you'll be only a poser.
Have only hate to say to a person, best not say it.

Good company is not always a given,
while bad we quickly run to.
Nothing can be done if keep on wishing,
and these words I've written is my advice to you.

You choose whether to take it,
or leave it be.
You choose whether to share it,
or leave it be.
You choose whether to declare it,
or leave it be.

Choose of your own will, not of others.

Says,
love is only for fools.
Says,
love is a game without any rules.

Really love is,
a precious treasure, worth more  than jewels.

All want change,
but aren't the ones willing to be the change.
All wish for heroes,
but don't act like they're saved.
Why be stuck in these ways.

Deepest pain is the one in secret,
a smile covering up a hurt.
One can seem so happy,
he seems fulfilled. But alas; just pieces.

The greatest pain,
the one they don't know.
Agony is a song,
sung by my heart in secret.
Which sounds like the blues
pouring out of my soul.

The last struggle felt,
is extreme pain in the nights
Hiding behind the lights of day.
We're all broken sometimes,
but we love to say, "we're okay".

Really why I love to suffer alone
isn't me being selfish with my pain.
When you grew up being told to be a man
crying in secret is all you know.

I'm best to be silent,
crying tender whispers of pain.
These tears will remain pouring down,
forcing me to stop being quiet.
For after the cloudy weather comes the
sun after the rain.

So goodbye to the agony,
and it's secrets.
I break down to be rebuilt from broken pieces.

At a place where I do something
and don't feel so sure.
But it isn't confusion,
just me being insecure.

Put confidence in a movie
and play it out.
The movie tells a story of the curiosity
of one's insecurity.


First scene,
a kid questioning a lot of everything before it's done.
"Action", the director would say,
as a character would come up to the kid
and tell him, "don't worry my son".

Second scene,
his doubt is setting.
He's done a lot in life,
easily stuck on regretting.
The character tells him, not to be stuck in the past
"All things are new to us in the bright future,
an ever changing cast".

Third scene,
he feels every move he makes could backfire.
But as the character loves to say,
"you hold yourself back so much for you know you're the best liar.
If we were all too afraid to fail once in a while,
would we know what is success?
We're only successful when we've come past our regrets".

The final scene,
the kid accepts what is and not.
Learning that things can make us fall, but not for us to stay as a drop.
We're a superstar best at home when we're at the top.

So to be insecure is human nature
but a human nature we can go against
So we learn to be the best in self confidence.
Life's a journey,
but not one you let go to waste.

So cut!
End the movie right here.
See better in confidence;
for insecurity makes everything seem so unclear.

Those who rise,
have known how it feels to fall.
And those with eyes,
see the most than all.

If there's a rising,
rise above if you should.
If there's a rising,
don't mistake the strength you have for being less than good.

There's a high rise in the Highlands,
we rise above any hurt.
Count up your blessings,
and you'll find a life filled with so much hope.

The Highlands rises with the sun,
never setting on our dreams
For such a time hasn't come.

As I know I'm not the only one,
who sees a rise in the upcoming seasons
of everyone.

Rise like the Highlands,
higher than your feet can lift you.
Never fall into your hurts,
just stand tall in all of them.
The hate of the world is strong,
but the essence of love is what rises
stronger in you.

For those who rise,
we rise to highest heights
Defeat the doubt in your hearts,
and conquer the fears of your mind.

This the message, for those who rise.